Whinin' Brian...

Oh My Sweet Merciful Ghod...run don't walk to your nearest and driest newsdealer, you HAVE to read Brian McGrory's column in today's Globe.
It is a Napoleonic TRIUMPH of punditarian self pity and self absorption!
Apparently, Brian has gazed out the window and realized it just isn't gonna stop raining anytime soon.
This moves him to a transport of whining:

"Here's the problem: I'm fragile. I can't afford to lose May. You want to meteorologically maul me in January and February, that's fine. You want to throw in a snowstorm in March and put April underwater, knock yourself out.
But not May. I allow myself a little bit of optimism in May."

And there is the crippling losses on the springtime girl-watching front:

"But despite it all, despite the naysaying, despite the fact that the female population wraps itself from head to foot in Gore-Tex for half the year, we always knew we had one true thing: A stretch of gorgeous weather from May through September."

This would be funny if it wasn't so grim.
Downtown Methuen is under what four feet of water and all Brian can do is wail, wring his hands and complain about how the damp air is making his hair frizz?
Yipes!
Thousands of his fellow citizens are temporarily homeless or facing bankruptcy from flood losses, the Commonwealth is paralyzed and the North Shore has become an inland sea.
Yet all Brian can do is sigh and speculate that our current disaster is a consequence of some form of hubris discernable only to a city beat columnist...it might be the World Series win or John Kerry's loss, McGrory isn't sure.

It is inane and tasteless junk like this that almost makes me nostalgic for the bumptious pseudo populism of Mike Barnicle. Hell at the first sign of rain, Mike wouldn't drove hell bent for leather to Lowell to find some poor Cambodian storekeepers whose broken english and quiet sobs bespeak the loss of a lifetime of hard work.
And if he couldn't find them, he'd damn well bring em' to life like a sort of journalistic mad scientist.

Okay maybe I'm not so nostalgic.
I hope my readers are keeping dry (all seven of you)...and if you need a bitter laugh then really Brian McGrory is your boy today.